Where oh where has my sweet little boy gone. Yes, oh where, oh where can he be.
Man. This terrible two crap has got to end before we hit three. On second thought, introducing a new adorable attention-getting-magnet at the two-and-a-half mark probably isn't going to result in the cessation of this toddler's tantrums. In fact, it is my greatest fear that it will probably destroy any remaining semblance to my soft, sweet, loving cherub. I know, I worry.
This morning I woke up, and could tell that it was going to be a challenging day. Just sort of a sourness in his overall countenance. I was quickly proven right. He cried because I wasn't holding Toby the train right (I assume) and then moments later cried that he couldn't close the door (again, Toby was the culprit, blocking the door with his wee troublesome little body) then he asked for cereal, which I provided in his very favorite variety (Mighty Kids/Kashi), and when cereal sounded good to me too, and I sat down with a bowl of "Life," it was immediately discerned that the contents of our bowls, they did not match, and all almighty holy hell broke loose. We're trying to ignore the raging and only respond to calm, polite requests. They are unfortunately few and far between. I know, he's two. Give it time. It's just about the hardest thing though, to watch your child in distress and not just swoop in and make it all better. I can really understand why there's so many spoiled brats in the world with no patience. The concept that you can't always get what you want is a very sad thing to have to impart to the baby that you want to give the world.
In other news, business has picked up just in time. Hopefully February will pull our financial asses out of the sling, and who knows, maybe March won't suck and we'll escape the poorhouse for yet another season. How I long for the summer days of milk and honey.
There's this other thing. We have a set of friends up here, a couple who owns a bed & breakfast a short distance away. I would say that they are our best friends here, in that they are the only ones that we get together with on a regular basis. What defines a "regular basis" is the problem. Where we come from, the city, where everyone is busy with work and other friends and who knows what else, we'd see our various best friends every 4-6 weeks I'd say. We wanted it to be more often, sure, and sometimes it would be, but that's how it worked out most often. And it worked. You had things to talk about, and you were genuinely excited to see eachother. But these new friends. They want to get together every week. In fact, they act a little insulted if that doesn't happen. They do it in a teasing way, but time after time you start to realize that they really mean it and then you're stuck feeling like if you were in a relationship with them that this is the point where you'd probably just call the whole thing off because you don't really like them that much THAT WAY. But since that seems a bit rash, we're just going to keep trying to steadily pursue getting together every other week, and hope that they ease off and get the point. The point being that, nothing personal, but most people don't want to see ANYONE that often unless they're related or dating.